He wasn't quite sure how to explain his current predicament. After all, he had gone to sleep at the usual time and was quite certain he was still in bed.
Well, his body was, at any rate. The rest of him, however, had wandered from the forest to the city and now it was back in the palace. The young man looked
exhausted and seemed to be covered with bizarre scratches and bite marks that didn't belong to any animal known to humanity. The happenings of that night
felt like a dream.
But, with each drop of pitch black blood that fell to the floor and every dull throb of pain that seared through his incorporeal body, young Lord Ichigo Eboshi knew he was quite awake. A dream would have ended the second he started fighting hideous monsters in the forest and city. And even if it didn't then, he would have woke up once it was over. He certainly wouldn't be in the library, bleeding all over the nice clean floor and frantically trying to get a book off of a shelf.
"Come on. I can do everything else that I do when I'm in my body, why the hell is my hand deciding it doesn't want to pick up a book?" the silver-eyed youth muttered to himself as he tried, unsuccessfully, to pull a copy of Ghosts, Spirits and Death Gods: The Horrors From The Land of the Dead off of the shelf. Normally it was a simple task. Now his hand seemed to want to go through it. Much like the rest of his body did when he tried to lie back down and force himself back into his body. Which, aside from it's unnaturally pale complexion, gave off the impression that he was asleep.
"This is ridiculous." he said with a heavy sigh, reaching up with hastily bandaged hands to run his fingers through his messy, night black hair. His clothes were all black, save for a snowy white trim around the sleeves and front folds of his shirt and in a state of disarray. He looked and felt like hell and his current problem wasn't making things any better. "I can hold a sword, fight monsters and feel pain.. why the hell can't I take a stupid book off of a stupid shelf so I can figure out how to get myself back into my stupid body." he continued muttering as he redoubled his efforts.
It was going to be a long night.
But, with each drop of pitch black blood that fell to the floor and every dull throb of pain that seared through his incorporeal body, young Lord Ichigo Eboshi knew he was quite awake. A dream would have ended the second he started fighting hideous monsters in the forest and city. And even if it didn't then, he would have woke up once it was over. He certainly wouldn't be in the library, bleeding all over the nice clean floor and frantically trying to get a book off of a shelf.
"Come on. I can do everything else that I do when I'm in my body, why the hell is my hand deciding it doesn't want to pick up a book?" the silver-eyed youth muttered to himself as he tried, unsuccessfully, to pull a copy of Ghosts, Spirits and Death Gods: The Horrors From The Land of the Dead off of the shelf. Normally it was a simple task. Now his hand seemed to want to go through it. Much like the rest of his body did when he tried to lie back down and force himself back into his body. Which, aside from it's unnaturally pale complexion, gave off the impression that he was asleep.
"This is ridiculous." he said with a heavy sigh, reaching up with hastily bandaged hands to run his fingers through his messy, night black hair. His clothes were all black, save for a snowy white trim around the sleeves and front folds of his shirt and in a state of disarray. He looked and felt like hell and his current problem wasn't making things any better. "I can hold a sword, fight monsters and feel pain.. why the hell can't I take a stupid book off of a stupid shelf so I can figure out how to get myself back into my stupid body." he continued muttering as he redoubled his efforts.
It was going to be a long night.
